The owl has moved on, by the way. We wish it well and hope it's not been separated from its group too soon in its life. But what do I know about the southern boobook.
I hope that Annette's pix of it will turn out better than my own.
A southerly came through today with a welcome change and a bit of rain, even a touch of thunder.
But also, the change may have caused some nasties to grab a hold of my throat and sinuses. I shall now crawl off to bed and hope for the best. But I feel a cold or worse coming on. Boring.